What now, a witness?
To the annihilation
of old wine skins
Who said it best?
Who drank himself under the table?
Who kicked it over?
If we dare not cause a stir nor peep
If we fall silent of provocative nature
If we bite our tongues
bloody lips, crucifix, crown of sorrows
I will not wear it with your woes
but utter instead the great affirmation
Who was not forsaken?
Who sipped from the chalice of fortunate spirit?
Who gave to the apple no teeth and one eye?
What now, a whitewash?
To the decimation
over fields of famine
Who licked the frog-scale scrolls?
Who authorized the branding of leather?
Who ate of the plague to starve cancer?